(Minghui.org) I became pregnant again in late 1998, after two miscarriages. Everything went well until I was seven months along, when I was diagnosed with severe choriocarcinoma, a malignant cancer in the uterus.

Decision Not to Have Chemotherapy

That struck me hard. Not only would I lose the baby, but I could die, too. The doctor operated on me twice in one week. He then told my family that the cancer had spread to other organs, and I was in the final stage. That is, I could die at any time.

The only treatment left was chemotherapy. But that might not work, either. A patient with a similar condition but much better prognosis than mine died two days after being hospitalized for chemotherapy, according to the doctor.

I thought about it for a while and refused chemotherapy. I knew I would not die. In the hospital I read Teacher’s books in the daytime and listened to lecture audiotapes in the evening. The doctor and nurses just monitored my temperature and other routine vitals.

Recovery from Cancer

In the evening on the 10th day, I suddenly had sharp pain in my stomach when listening to Teacher’s lectures. I knew that Teacher was cleansing my body. My husband, also a Falun Gong practitioner, noticed this and agreed with me. To avoid disturbing the three other patients in the room, I just lay in bed quietly.

After a while, the acute pain got stronger, as if something was rupturing and separating from other parts. It continued like this for six hours. By 3 a.m., I could not bear it anymore and moaned in pain. Someone turned on the light and three other patients woke up, all looking at me in surprise. The lady in the bed next to me began to sob seeing me in so much pain.

She later told me that my face was purplish red, my head looked bigger, and my lips were bleeding because I had bitten them so hard. I knew I needed to go to the restroom, but it was hard for me to walk or keep my back straight. Considering myself as a practitioner, I kept reminding myself not to vomit in the hallway despite severe nausea and dizziness.

Inch by inch, it took me about 10 minutes to cover the 20 or so yards to the bathroom. As soon as I went in, I felt like vomiting and, as my stomach contracted, something fell out of me. My discomfort immediately disappeared.

I was then able to stand up with my back straight. I thanked Teacher for his help. Turning around, I saw a new disposable bag right next to me, as if someone had already prepared it for me. I thanked Teacher again.

As I walked back the room, smiling and holding the bag, everyone was anxious. They took turns to see the thing that came out of my body, a big meatball with several smaller ones attached to it.

When the doctor came in the morning, he was also surprised to hear what had happened. He sent the meatball tissue to a pathologist for analysis and gave me a thorough checkup.

My hCG level had sharply decreased, from 8000 to 3000 (0-14 for an ordinary person and 500-600 for a pregnant woman). During the following several days, I continued to pass thick dark blood. I was discharged from the hospital on the 16 ^th day.

When I went back for a follow-up, the doctor found my hCG level had dropped to 0.14. He was stunned, “Even for a benign tumor, it takes about two years to return to this level.” He could not understand what had happened.

After hearing that I was a Falun Gong practitioner, the doctor, nurses, and patients all became very curious. My husband and I explained to them the health benefits of Falun Gong and gave them copies of Zhuan Falun at their request.

I had a dream after this: in a giant hall like an operating room, Teacher showed me big chunks of blood clots piled up as high as a house. In the dream I knew Teacher took them out of me and eliminated the karma for me.

I was very grateful to Teacher. Without his compassionate help, how could I ever repay that enormous amount of karma?

How I Began to Practice

My boyfriend told me about Falun Gong in 1996 and gave me a copy of Zhuan Falun . He also recommended the book to my grandma, who was ill in bed, and said that reading the book would improve her health.

I took the book, but I did not read it to my grandma. I did not believe that reading a book could cure someone's illness. Nonetheless, I did read the book from time to time and found lots of interesting things in it. Without reading the book thoroughly from cover to cover, however, I still did not quite understand it.

My grandma passed away three months later. During the funeral, we all noticed her portrait, which she herself had selected, had tears on her cheek. I did not know what it meant, nor did I think much about it.

My boyfriend's parents, also practitioners, told me a lot about Falun Gong when we met. As a result, I also began to read Zhuan Falun regularly as they suggested. One day, when talking with them about something else, I suddenly understood the tears on my grandma's cheek—regret at my not reading the Falun Gong books to her before her death. That thought really upset me, leaving me in deep regret.

My boyfriend and I soon got married, and my parents also began to practice Falun Gong. Every day the four of us got up at 4:30 a.m. to join the nearby group exercise, and we studied the Fa together after dinner. We also shared our understandings of practicing Falun Gong and how we followed the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. Those were the happiest days of my life, and we all felt fortunate to practice Falun Gong.

I had always complained about my work. I had been working in a financial firm for a long time. Many of my coworkers had already been promoted or found better positions except for me. From learning Falun Gong, I no longer had those negative feelings. After all, the purpose of life is to follow the principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance and be a better person.